Damn, isn't this the daughter of the Qingfeng Demon Hunter Group?

To say that the Qingfeng Demon Hunting Group is very famous in Greenforest Town, as an old man in Greenforest Town who has been running a tavern for decades, Boss Tian naturally knows Shen Ling. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's just that Shen Ling was rarely taken out by her parents, and there were very few people who knew her appearance, and Boss Tian had also seen her once by chance, and he couldn't remember it clearly, so he remembered it now.

Look at that person and this one are friends, in case you offend someone, it will not be good!

At this time, the guqin had been placed on the small high platform specially used for performance in the tavern, and even the black yarn on the high platform was put down according to the request of the concubine.

It immediately attracted the curiosity of the drinking guests below.

What's going on?

Could it be that Mei Yue is back again?

Didn't she say that she had already left with the Azure Song and Dance Troupe?

And when they were wondering.

For......

A few light knocks sounded, and it was like knocking on people's hearts, making people's whole body stiff, and there was a feeling that the hair on the whole body exploded.

Ding Ding ......

Then with the sound of running water, their scalps suddenly became numb.

The tips of the ears can't help but stand up, the sound of silk strings enters the ears, if the clouds and water flow through the heart, ethereal and clear, making people immersive, turning their heads seems to have come to the world in the sound of the piano.

Deep mountains and forests, ancient temples and Buddha sounds, and flowing water.

When the sound of Buddha enters the heart, it pours into the soul, and the tone of the aria and the beautiful melody of the percussion seem to carry a mysterious meaning.

There is a peculiar charm between the beautiful and soft, which makes people's hearts quiet and joyful, and they forget the vulgar when they listen to it, and they just want to wander in it.

The sound of the piano is tactful, there is stillness in movement, swimming in stillness, elegant and tranquil but solemn, lingering in the tavern that has become an empty tavern.

The slender hand sketched between the strings, and the unappeased hatred seemed to be carried away by the sound of the piano.

The past life and this life are just a blink of an eye, and then playing the song of the past, there is a feeling of unbearable retrospectiveness.

The tide goes back and forth, and the forest birds sing in harmony.

The early sound is a Buddhist thing, and the brush falls on Brahma unexpectedly.

Such a thousand Buddhist sounds can't help but remind you of the leisurely years in your previous life.

Thoughts can't help but sink into the sound of the piano.

And Shen Ling, who was sitting behind her and closest to her, was already fascinated by what he heard.

The sound of this piano ......

It made her feel like she wanted to pray.

She didn't know to whom she prayed, but she seemed to see lotus flowers bloom and birds swirling, entering into a mysterious and mysterious and wonderful artistic conception.

Specks of red light shot out from the center of her eyebrows, and landed around her body to transform into countless red butterflies.

The red butterfly flew around, floated to the side of the concubine, and danced to the sound of the piano.

At this moment, countless butterflies of all colors flew from all corners of the tavern, flew up to the high platform, and swirled and danced to the sound of the harp.

It makes the stage shrouded in light, dazzling and beautiful.

Those demon hunters who were spirit masters were immersed in it, unaware that their heavenly spirits had fled.

And the heroic warrior demon hunters who often shout and shout are rarely quiet at this moment, touching their own blown hair, listening to the sound of the piano with all their hearts, and only feeling extremely comfortable with their whole body.

Not to mention the tavern employees who don't have any resistance and are just ordinary people, who have long forgotten everything at the moment and stayed there.

As if by magic, all the passers-by on the surface of the tavern couldn't help but stop, and then attracted more people to stop closer.

There are occasional exceptions, and those who are not intoxicated can't help but marvel!

Sky!

What kind of music does this music seem to be more beautiful than the sound of the sky?